Creepy Gaga and Troll Gaga Pumpkins by Sara and I.
Troll Gaga Pumpkin 2011 by Sara
Creepy Gaga Pumpkin 2011
Lady Gaga was screaming at her assistant over the phone:
“What do you MEAN we don’t have anything for me to wear? This is the biggest Halloween party in the industry!”
Over the line came a meek and shaking voice, “I’m s-s-sorry, Miss Gaga, but there’s nothing left! You’ve already used up the prosthetic horns you were supposed to wear for the party, and every possible outfit in your closet has been used!”
“I will NOT stand for this!” Gaga’s voice rose, white hot fury boiling over from under the surface. “Somebody is going to pay for this!”
Her assistant was crying, now. “Please, Miss Gaga, not again!”
But Gaga just laughed, “No, of course not Susan. I’ve had your hands broken as punishment one time too many- obviously it doesn’t teach you a lesson. I think I’ve devised a suitable plan for Halloween. All will be forgiven, in time.”
Susan held her breath, saying a thanks to god in her head. “Your mercy is immeasurable, Miss Gaga.”
“Gaga, that mask is absolutely amazing!” Beyonce was delicately touching the mask Gaga had worn to the Halloween party. “Everyone, let’s toast to Gaga’s amazing ability to never be outdone- her mask looks and feels like it could be real!” And so they toasted, Beyonce with her club soda and the rest of the crowd with their champagne and mixed drinks.
“Yo, where’d you get that mask done?” Kanye asked, annoyed that he had been outdone at yet another costume party by Gaga.
“Oh, you know,” Gaga said, throwing her newly-brunette hair behind her shoulder, “I actually borrowed this face from my assistant, Susan. I decided going as a different person, a normal person, was the ultimate costume. Because, baby, we were all born this way- some of us just made it big!”
And Gaga and Kanye toasted once more, laughing and tossing back swigs of their drinks.
Meanwhile, at the Haus of Gaga, Susan was just now waking up. She was in a completely dark room, and the air was stinging her face. She touched her cheek- and not only did it burn, but it felt sticky. She shakily stood, following the cold wall for stability, until she found the light switch. She flipped it on, and suddenly the room was blindingly white. She blinked the clarity back into her vision and screamed.
The room was made entirely from mirrors. Written on each wall, in what looked like blood, was “GOOD ASSISTANTS DON’T LET THEIR EMPLOYERS DOWN, SUSAN.” When she finished reading, she saw her reflection clearly for the first time. It was so horrifying that she doubled over, retching. Gaga had taken her face. Gaga had taken her face.